Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“I’ve always told myself I needed a Master/slave relationship to be fulfilled. I understand now that I was clinging to that construct partially as a way to keep myself at an emotional distance from any potential partner. Unlike Anthony and Mark and the other Doms at The Enclave, I never allowed love to enter the equation—until now.”
He stopped walking and turned to her, taking both her hands in his. “I know we don’t have a crystal ball. But I promise you this: going forward I will never take your submission for granted again. I will cherish it as the gift it is, not something I demand.”
In answer, Hannah reached up and pulled him down for a long, lingering kiss. Just as they were pulling apart, two teenagers walked by, one of them calling out, “Get a room.”
To Mason’s delight, Hannah laughed. “Not a bad idea.”
During the ten-minute ride home, Mason slid his hand under Hannah’s skirt to stroke her bare leg. He let his fingers trail down her inner thigh.
A sexy shudder moved through her at his touch, her legs falling open in invitation.
As they turned into her driveway, he asked, “Have you ever had a bare-assed spanking over the knees of a naked man who plans to turn your bottom cherry-red?”
“Oh,” Hannah exclaimed, her eyes going wide as she turned to him. “Gosh.”
He slipped a finger under the silky crotch of her panties. She was soaking wet.
“Answer the question, sub girl.”
“No. No, Sir.”
Excellent.
He was learning that her use of the word Sir was a way to indicate she was in a submissive state of mind.
Turning off the engine, he jumped from the car and moved quickly to the passenger side. He pulled open the door for her and held out a hand. “As soon as we’re in the house, you will go directly to the guest bedroom and strip naked. You will then kneel on the carpet, arms extended along the floor in front of you, ass high in the air. I’ll join you shortly. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied in that throaty voice that made his dick hard.
Her hand was trembling slightly as she put the key in the lock, but she managed to get the door open. Once inside, she disappeared down the hall that led to the bedrooms. He, meanwhile, went into the kitchen. There, he filled a small mixing bowl with ice.
When he entered the bedroom, she was kneeling as directed, her luscious ass on display. He was pleased that she didn’t move as he entered the room. Some of the training at The Enclave had apparently stuck.
He set the ice on the nightstand and shucked his clothing quickly, eager to get this party started. Crouching beside her, he placed his hand on her upper back. He’d given the idea of a safeword some thought. While there was no such thing for slave trainees at The Enclave, things were different now. They were a new couple—if he even dared use that word—still figuring things out between them.
He was not going to make the same mistake he had then, assuming he knew what was best for her without taking the time to really understand her mindset. “I don’t think you’ll need it, but I want you to use your safeword if you need to. And you can always just tell me if things are getting too intense.”
She lifted her head, meeting his gaze. “Thank you, Sir,” she said quietly, and he understood she was thanking him not only for the permission, but for showing her that he understood the new dynamic between them.
Mason sat on the bed and patted his thighs. “Come lie over my lap, facedown.”
When Hannah rose from the floor, her beautiful eyes were bright, her lovely nipples fully erect. As she lowered herself over his lap, he adjusted her body until he was satisfied with her position. Her head rested comfortably on the bed, her legs extended on the mattress, though he could feel the tension in her muscles.
He started gently, lightly stroking and tapping her bottom until she relaxed against him. Cupping his palm slightly, he slapped her flesh with a satisfying smack, enjoying the jiggle. She gave a small, sexy yelp but didn’t try to squirm away.
Little by little, he increased the intensity of his swats until her bottom was pleasantly pink and warm to the touch. “You ready for more?” he asked, his cock hard beneath her thigh.
“Yes, please, Sir,” she replied, to his delight.
He varied his strikes from soft to hard, keeping her on edge, not knowing what to expect next. At first, she flinched in anticipation of each swat. But after a while, she relaxed into the experience. He slipped his hand between her legs to cup her hot cunt. She was sopping wet, her inner thighs damp. The musky sweetness of her scent made his mouth water and his cock throb.